[ there's still something holding joon back. junsu wants to tell him it's okay, to talk him through it, to speak softly and make him feel okay about taking this, about having it. but he doesn't want to pull off of him. not only is it addicting to feel him like this, against his tongue, hard and hot in his mouth.
but he's scared if he stops hojoon will let the walls come back up.
joon's touch on his face makes him want to cry. he can feel him getting closer, his body trembling, but the touch is gentle, heated but still soft.
he doesn't move away. he said he wanted to taste him, and he meant it. he only moans, swallows around him again, brings a hand beneath to cup at him at the same time. hoping he can to draw an explosive orgasm out of joon with his touch, his tongue, his mouth, the way he closes his eyes but then looks up again to find hojoon's. his free hand pats around and finds his, linking their fingers together. it's okay, let go, i've got you. that's what he's trying to say. ]
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but he's scared if he stops hojoon will let the walls come back up.
joon's touch on his face makes him want to cry. he can feel him getting closer, his body trembling, but the touch is gentle, heated but still soft.
he doesn't move away. he said he wanted to taste him, and he meant it. he only moans, swallows around him again, brings a hand beneath to cup at him at the same time. hoping he can to draw an explosive orgasm out of joon with his touch, his tongue, his mouth, the way he closes his eyes but then looks up again to find hojoon's. his free hand pats around and finds his, linking their fingers together. it's okay, let go, i've got you. that's what he's trying to say. ]